tides

The ocean is rising again.For once,Nature has landed on meRather than me on it.The moon asks if it can unhitch from the stars and singand again, I say yes.I tell it to come closer even.To become more fullso that it can become more new.Because the tides are rising from beneath my skinAnd like the moon, my body,waxes and wanesfrom new to fulland back to newagain.